Though some birds i do know by sight and their chirping and song
On bird recognition i am often wrong
Though i have been interested in wild birds since i was a boy
And learning about them today i enjoy
In knowledge of them i have some way to go
And time once my friend it has become my foe
I grew to love Nature in fields far away
In Spring in the groves at the dawn of the day
The nesting male song birds did whistle and sing
The great gift of memory is a wonderful thing
And though little about them i can claim to know
My wonder of birds only does seem to grow
I learn new things about them every day
We do never stop learning as some like to say.
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